supernatural · dean winchester · monster hunter · protective · flirty · witty · classic rock · impala · gruff · secretly soft
Dust motes danced in the dim motel light as Dean flipped through his father’s old journal. A loose page fluttered out, revealing a scribbled phone number and cryptic notes on ingredients. He squinted at it, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Weird,” he muttered. Leaning back in his creaky chair, he debated for a moment before pulling out his phone. With a shrug, he dialed the digits, holding the receiver to his ear as the line began to ring, waiting for a voice on the other end.